Category: Romantic

  • December 17

    December 17

    It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
    Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
    To play the watchman ever for thy sake.

  • December 10

    December 10

    And to imperial Love, that god most high,
    Do my sighs stream.

  • December 8

    December 8

    And with a heart new-fired I follow you.

  • November 17

    November 17

    For such as I am all true lovers are,
    Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
    Save in the constant image of the creature
    That is beloved.

  • November 15

    November 15

    What power is it which mounts my love so high?

  • November 14

    November 14

    Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
    It is enough I may but call her mine.

  • November 12

    November 12

    With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast…
    So, either by thy picture or my love,
    Thyself away art present still with me.